Page 78 of Bound By A Promise

I screamed out his name as my body quivered with the force of a California earthquake. There wasn’t a playbook to tell me if I was ready for another round of intercourse, but that didn’t stop the words from coming forth as Dante lapped my essence. “I want more.”

Dante lifted his head, his dark stare searching for mine.

Lifting my head, I nodded.

“Fuck, Camila, I could get off listening to the erotic noises you make.”

“I want you inside me.”

Scooting up to the headboard, I leaned forward reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. “You’re in charge, Dante. I’m fine with that. I just want to feel you, your body over mine.”

I lifted his shirt, revealing the peaks and valleys of his toned abdomen. Spreading my fingers, I ran my palms over his broad shoulders, down his muscular arms. There were stories written in his scars and his strength, stories I could spend a lifetime learning.

Dante hastened from the bed, unfastening his dark jeans and kicking off his shoes and socks. As he reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, I spoke. “I want to undress you as you did me.”

I scooted to the edge of the bed. “I felt you last night and saw you this morning. I want to do more, explore your mysteries.” I used his word.

“Fuck.”

“You said to voice my wants and needs.” I fell to my knees before him. “That’s what I’m doing.”

Dante~

I’d fucking diedand gone to heaven. There was no other explanation for the fact that Camila was naked on her knees in front of me.

Speak her wants and desires.

That’s what I’d told her to do. I hadn’t expected this.

“Men aren’t as complicated as women. It’s not a mystery. Tasting you, listening to your noises, having you naked, and fuck, having you take me out makes me hard. When you touch me, I’ll grow even harder.”

Her lips curled into a smile. “Don’t tell me all the spoilers.”

“Oh, beautiful, those aren’t spoilers. Those are facts.”

She sat up on her knees, bringing her gorgeous face a little lower than my throbbing cock. Camila’s tongue darted to her pink lips in a way that drew my balls tight as slowly, she reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs. My cock sprung free, released from the confines of the material.

Camila’s emerald eyes widened as she stared.

“You can touch it.”

She lifted her hands as if she were about to examine a rare ancient artifact.

A laugh bubbled from my chest. “Beautiful, you’re not going to break it.”

She looked up at me through her lashes. “I want to taste you.”

Oh fuck.

The tip of my cock glistened with pre-come at the desire in her voice. If she didn’t do something soon, I’d shoot my load all over her. “I’m all yours.”

Her cheeks rose. “Mine.”

“Fuck yeah, and you’re mine.”

Her hands approached my cock, their proximity caused my rod to go from hard to steel. I bit my lips as she closed her fingers around me and lifted me, her mouth coming closer to my cock. All at once, she lapped the tip. I swear on anything and everything that’s holy, her tongue, only her tongue and I’m ready to explode. That one lick sent seismic aftershocks through my circulation strong enough to knock me off my feet.

Camila opened her lips and took me inside her warm, wet mouth.